Writer!anon and snippet <3
anonymous
September 19 2010, 22:58:34 UTC
lskjdsl, oh my god, thank you. /flustered
I'm glad you were good with how the first-time sex was dealt! It's not my usual thing, so I was pretty nervous about it. And you should try the Smacks; they are delicious. >.>
alksjdlaskakds, oh my god, FST! ♥ ♥ ♥
And it's got so much good music on it, and it's so appropriate. (Your predictive powers are great, LOL.) I was listening to it all today while I was working and flailing over the awesome. And the track list! ♥ And the cover art, omg... This is so awesome. I'll have to fangirl it more when you post it on the comm, but so, so, so cool~.
And, since you asked about when Alfred first wanted Matthew. I, er, couldn't help myself. See below. It's the follow-up scene from when Matthew almost kisses him in the rain, just before the camp trip.
He hurried home in the rain, not bothering to try and stay under the shop overhangs that would shelter him. There wasn’t much of a point, since he was already soaked through, clothes clinging to his chilled skin. He couldn’t feel his fingers. The passing headlights bounced against Alfred’s knees and reminded him of where he was every few steps, brought him out of the maelstrom that was distracting him. Made him forget, for an instant, Matthew Williams.
Matthew Williams. His fucking student, and didn’t Ludwig warn him it was going down like this? Alfred wiped the water droplets across his glasses with his sleeve, blurring his vision worse. Of course he really liked Matthew. Matthew was, he was-
-perfect, mud coating his neck and part of his cheek, laughing with Alfred in the dark, all unabashed teeth and tongue and eyes crinkling up. Matthew didn’t laugh like that very often, but Alfred suddenly understood why. It made his stomach bottom out. It made the universe sharpen into perspective, like being put under a microscope. He thought about Matthew’s dawning quiet and the way he watched Alfred, intent and raw and wanting. The shift in his weight as he moved in.
And god, oh god, Alfred had so badly wanted to kiss him.
“Your student,” he choked out, pushing blindly up the walk to his apartment complex. He found his door key somewhere-he wasn’t exactly paying attention-and then he was somehow inside, out of the rain, and the noise in his head was worse than ever. Alfred shoved his hands over his ears and stumbled to his bedroom. Of course he liked Matthew, he liked him too much, but he was trying to stop that, stop liking him before it became too hard to stop.
He stripped, shivering too violently to blame only the rainfall. Put on some pajama pants and a sweatshirt, buried himself in his blankets. Tried not to count the minutes, his breaths. Thought about Matthew in the rain, Matthew smiling at him as he listened in class, Matthew dropping onions on his plate, Matthew reading poetry to him over the phone like he was making love to each word between them, fuck. He was insane. He was a total creeper.
But you want him so bad, you’re shaking.
Alfred squeezed his eyes shut. He felt out of sorts and messed up; his stomach was tight, full, and hot. He knew the headfall of fixation, the aching sensation of longing. He knew what it was like to be hungry, and this was all of that and more, more than he wanted to handle. Because it could not happen.
He thought about kissing Matthew Williams in the rain.
“It’s just your imagination,” Alfred whispered, but whatever battle he fought that night, he lost.
FST!Anon <3
anonymous
September 20 2010, 04:49:08 UTC
*flails* You spoil me, writer!not-so-anon! X3
Oh, Alfred honey. *pets him* Somehow it makes complete sense that the tipping point for Alfred is Matthew's laugh and smile. Not Matthew's clothes being plastered to his skin with the rain & mud, or the way they touched, but eye crinkles and sound and just letting go.
Alfred wiped the water droplets across his glasses with his sleeve, blurring his vision worse. Do you or someone you know have glasses? Because that happens to me waaay too often. XD
I'm really glad you like the FST! I had a lot of fun putting it together, music and covers both. :)
Pfft, it's not predictive powers, it's reading your foreshadowing and author's notes. :P The fluff-fest has to end sometime~
I'm glad you were good with how the first-time sex was dealt! It's not my usual thing, so I was pretty nervous about it. And you should try the Smacks; they are delicious. >.>
alksjdlaskakds, oh my god, FST! ♥ ♥ ♥
And it's got so much good music on it, and it's so appropriate. (Your predictive powers are great, LOL.) I was listening to it all today while I was working and flailing over the awesome. And the track list! ♥ And the cover art, omg... This is so awesome. I'll have to fangirl it more when you post it on the comm, but so, so, so cool~.
And, since you asked about when Alfred first wanted Matthew. I, er, couldn't help myself. See below. It's the follow-up scene from when Matthew almost kisses him in the rain, just before the camp trip.
He hurried home in the rain, not bothering to try and stay under the shop overhangs that would shelter him. There wasn’t much of a point, since he was already soaked through, clothes clinging to his chilled skin. He couldn’t feel his fingers. The passing headlights bounced against Alfred’s knees and reminded him of where he was every few steps, brought him out of the maelstrom that was distracting him. Made him forget, for an instant, Matthew Williams.
Matthew Williams. His fucking student, and didn’t Ludwig warn him it was going down like this? Alfred wiped the water droplets across his glasses with his sleeve, blurring his vision worse. Of course he really liked Matthew. Matthew was, he was-
-perfect, mud coating his neck and part of his cheek, laughing with Alfred in the dark, all unabashed teeth and tongue and eyes crinkling up. Matthew didn’t laugh like that very often, but Alfred suddenly understood why. It made his stomach bottom out. It made the universe sharpen into perspective, like being put under a microscope. He thought about Matthew’s dawning quiet and the way he watched Alfred, intent and raw and wanting. The shift in his weight as he moved in.
And god, oh god, Alfred had so badly wanted to kiss him.
“Your student,” he choked out, pushing blindly up the walk to his apartment complex. He found his door key somewhere-he wasn’t exactly paying attention-and then he was somehow inside, out of the rain, and the noise in his head was worse than ever. Alfred shoved his hands over his ears and stumbled to his bedroom. Of course he liked Matthew, he liked him too much, but he was trying to stop that, stop liking him before it became too hard to stop.
He stripped, shivering too violently to blame only the rainfall. Put on some pajama pants and a sweatshirt, buried himself in his blankets. Tried not to count the minutes, his breaths. Thought about Matthew in the rain, Matthew smiling at him as he listened in class, Matthew dropping onions on his plate, Matthew reading poetry to him over the phone like he was making love to each word between them, fuck. He was insane. He was a total creeper.
But you want him so bad, you’re shaking.
Alfred squeezed his eyes shut. He felt out of sorts and messed up; his stomach was tight, full, and hot. He knew the headfall of fixation, the aching sensation of longing. He knew what it was like to be hungry, and this was all of that and more, more than he wanted to handle. Because it could not happen.
He thought about kissing Matthew Williams in the rain.
“It’s just your imagination,” Alfred whispered, but whatever battle he fought that night, he lost.
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My mouth is dry. I need more. <3
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Oh, Alfred honey. *pets him* Somehow it makes complete sense that the tipping point for Alfred is Matthew's laugh and smile. Not Matthew's clothes being plastered to his skin with the rain & mud, or the way they touched, but eye crinkles and sound and just letting go.
Alfred wiped the water droplets across his glasses with his sleeve, blurring his vision worse.
Do you or someone you know have glasses? Because that happens to me waaay too often. XD
I'm really glad you like the FST! I had a lot of fun putting it together, music and covers both. :)
Pfft, it's not predictive powers, it's reading your foreshadowing and author's notes. :P The fluff-fest has to end sometime~
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